【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(12)
“Wilby!”
A child’s shrill voice rang down the hall. Technoblade’s hand itched instinctively for his sword as he turned from the painting and found himself facing the very same boy from the painting.
The prince. He was a tall, lean thing, his face still holding the faint traces of boyhood. He couldn’t have been more than fourteen. In the painting, he’d been grinning, forever immortalized in delight. But here, he was staring, his dark eyes unnaturally focused, as if Techno was a particularly interesting book he was quietly picking apart in his head. Techno had seen that expression many times in the faces of wizened generals looking over battlefield arrangements.
“Hullo,” the prince said cautiously.
Technoblade found himself raising his hand in a small wave. “Hello.”
“Wilby! Wait for me!” the first voice called again, closer this time, and heralding the appearance of another child around the bend of the hallway. By his lavish attire and the small army of servants following fretfully after him, this could only be the younger prince, barely more than a babe in the painting but now a rather loud six-year-old.
A child’s shrill voice rang down the hall. Technoblade’s hand itched instinctively for his sword as he turned from the painting and found himself facing the very same boy from the painting.
The prince. He was a tall, lean thing, his face still holding the faint traces of boyhood. He couldn’t have been more than fourteen. In the painting, he’d been grinning, forever immortalized in delight. But here, he was staring, his dark eyes unnaturally focused, as if Techno was a particularly interesting book he was quietly picking apart in his head. Techno had seen that expression many times in the faces of wizened generals looking over battlefield arrangements.
“Hullo,” the prince said cautiously.
Technoblade found himself raising his hand in a small wave. “Hello.”
“Wilby! Wait for me!” the first voice called again, closer this time, and heralding the appearance of another child around the bend of the hallway. By his lavish attire and the small army of servants following fretfully after him, this could only be the younger prince, barely more than a babe in the painting but now a rather loud six-year-old.
两a相逢必有一o的肉在第几章
